I went inside where I was startled by a young girl. I'm not into anything like that. She looked about 20 , even in her little skirt and white socks, f...nished off with a tight white top. Her breasts were so big and the top encased them, showing her nipples through it."Hello mr" she said playing with her hair as she did."Would you like a drink?" Yes" I replied.It must have been on purpose because she instantly got up, showing her petite figure. She was only a size 8 , but with such big breasts,. For all that she'd been my enemy, I'd helped rather than hurt somebody who needed help. So I'm a good person.Well maybe. I still get wet thinking about making out with her in the hall, grossing her out and then making it even worse. Of getting a woman who can't stand the site of two girls kissing to kiss me, and deeply. And I did actually do that, so how good am I?And speaking of kissing girls...Even without the Program, I think Botilda and I would have admitted our feelings for each other, but. She kept doing this round & round back the other way for what seemed like ages, realistically probably only a minute or two. This was what I can only describe as cock worship. This hot little piece was worshipping my cock, fuck this is hot. She was moaning, breathing heavily then she just buried her face in my balls. She shuddered & her body started to convulse every couple of seconds, fuck I think she just came from rubbing my dick all over her face. I wanted to ask but I just picked her up &. "Now! Where's the bedroom, baby? We're gonna make love like we used ta do." He grabbed the back of my scrubs. "You know I always liked you in these things." He was pushing me up the hall ahead of him.Okay. I'm thinking. I'm playing helpless. And I know something. I need a little time, a little running room, a tiny bit of freedom. I can do this. Bert's got a real big ... ego. I can force myself..."Bert, baby..." I said, pulling up every bit of Southern charm I could generate. "You ... You really.